[he'll just be ecstatic to hear there's a next time in mind. right now he can barely think past the current moment, the press of lips and teeth once more at his neck. slow and steady, and as impatient as it makes him feel, it's so perfect. his breath ghosts against Basch's skin, groans rising up to his changed ears as that grip keeps up.
and naturally, there's every effort made to match the blond's pace, all while not taking over completely. if his impatience shines through that's more than enough, and shivers slide through him as claws dig into the thick flesh of his hips.]
Haah... ah... [nuzzling into his cheek, Olivine makes no effort to bite back his moans anymore.] I feel so... full... you feel perfect.
[there's no need for the words; his body echoes the truth of them beautifully, squeezing tight as though trying to milk Basch for everything he has. but he speaks them and they feel so important to him, an underpinning to assure that it isn't just his body, just the circumstance. this isn't something he could get just anywhere from anyone, even if he were willing.]
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and naturally, there's every effort made to match the blond's pace, all while not taking over completely. if his impatience shines through that's more than enough, and shivers slide through him as claws dig into the thick flesh of his hips.]
Haah... ah... [nuzzling into his cheek, Olivine makes no effort to bite back his moans anymore.] I feel so... full... you feel perfect.
[there's no need for the words; his body echoes the truth of them beautifully, squeezing tight as though trying to milk Basch for everything he has. but he speaks them and they feel so important to him, an underpinning to assure that it isn't just his body, just the circumstance. this isn't something he could get just anywhere from anyone, even if he were willing.]